Liu Yong's eyes bore into Black-Ocedo with a contemptuous glint, silently challenging the perceived might of his retinue. In that hall alone, over twenty imposing figures stood at the ready, and the entire manor housed hundreds more.
Yet, within mere moments, a transformation swept over Blake Ocedo's face, while Liu Yong remained a steadfast presence.
"Chen Hu is astounding!" someone exclaimed.
Indeed, there wasn't a singular adversary to be found. In a matter of heartbeats, more than twenty brawny men lay supine, some incapacitated, others unconscious.
A few managed to fumble for their firearms in haste, but the opportunity to fire never presented itself. One burly figure, the first to draw a pistol, had barely toggled off the safety, loaded a round, and aimed before a coffee cup hurtled through the air.
"Boom!"